Was traversing a field where more than your average number of players were gathered for a soccer game, and while I laughed along with the antics of the participants, I carefully avoided any passes in my direction so as not to, er, slow the progress of the ball towards the goal. After scoring on the makeshift lines in the dirt, the Spring Break-like crowd stayed together and gathered around an individual who apparently recited a verse that stirred memories in former rapper Ice Cube. After that bit of weirdness, I continued with what turned out to be a business outing, stolling through a multi-level hotel enclosed in walls of granite, playing a non-DCUO game on my smartphone and finally arriving at the front desk to register. The clerk was taking his time looking up my reservation and the woman of the party behind me grew impatient. She had a shaved head like the (other) mother in The Walking Dead, and leaned into my ear to speak her mind as was the local custom, but uncomfortable to my touch. “Ne plus baisez moi, vous bête!” I shouted, and she retreated.
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There's plain ol' government evil, and then there's the inexplicable kind.
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